Chains Book Characters Novels & Stories

“Seren.” His hand reached for mine. The Chainbearer shouted— “Don’t touch!” But I already had.

Now, we had to face the Guilt. "The Chain is about the cellar, isn't it?" I whispered. "It’s about every link you’ve ever worn, Emma," Nathaniel said, his eyes full of a weary compassion. "And it’s coming to pull you back into the dark." I stood up, my amber eyes fixed on the Alabaster Spire. Nine chapters left. The Crown was broken. Now, it was time to break the iron. "Let the chain come," I said, my voice a steady, sovereign resonance. "I’ve got the bolt-cutters."

With my torch in hand, I walked forward to say goodbye. “I remember your message, every word of it. I will find her, I will find the chest. You died for something. I wish you had told me what. But you know what I know. Nicolai is hiding something, his power source is much greater than anything we would have guessed. I’m going to find it, and I’m going to destroy it. This, I promise you.” I said to the shape of a body wrapped in white satin before I placed the burning torch next to it. Flames engulfed the fire, the smoke from which reached high into the heavens, a sign of escape from this earthly torture.

The chain lengthened through the wizard’s spatial magic, it seemed infinite. Frustrated to find that she had been snagged by the weapon a second time. Chiri cursed as her slow movements were unable to avoid it again. Her opponent, not waiting for her to strike first this time, threw the chain towards her. Its links looping around Chiri’s ankle she attempted to shake them off, when another ensnared her wrist. Wrenching the limb above her head painfully, she writhed against their pull. Her struggle in vain, another length of the chains was entangled around the opposite wrist.

Their casual cruelty sends a wave of fury through me. I press my hand to the door, feeling the vibrations of their callous conversation. My jaw clenches as I push it open, the hinges creaking as if the castle itself is protesting their vile intentions. As the door swings wide, the stench hits us—a rancid mix of sweat, blood, and the fetid air of the dungeon. The scene inside is worse than I had imagined. The princes, those who should have been the defenders of their people, have debased themselves entirely. They’ve become nothing more than animals, driven by their base desires, blind to the reality of their downfall.

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On the table was her white envelope purse with thin silver chain hands and lying beside it was her phone. Tamara’s phone screen lighted up with a chat message and she pressed her lips together, nervous as she noticed the sender’s name, Dedan. His profile picture showed a formally dressed handsome guy standing relaxed with his back against a glass door. Picking up her phone from the table, she opened the chat application and her eyes took in his message with anxiety: Tell me again that you do not have a boyfriend. Why was he demanding that assurance again? She wondered. She had already told him several times that she was not in a relationship. Maybe he was the suspicious kind of man.

At that moment, a feeling of pity suddenly welled up in Xiao Chen’s mind; he thought that chains were bonds that held people back and prevented them from doing anything to gain their freedom. “Hm… this Cerberus is kind of pitiful. Come to think of it, it’s actually pretty cute too… I’ll just help it out!” Xiao Chen decided to break the chains restraining the Cerberus. So he tried to sever the chains binding the Cerberus. He swung his sword, but that single strike sent his sword flying back.

My wrists and ankles were still chained, my dress was ripped and dirty, my face was bruised, and I had been slowly bleeding from my wrists down Alpha Reed’s back for the past several hours. Blood rushed from my head, making me sway as I was promptly placed on my feet, but a gloved guard hurried forward and grabbed my chains, pulling me along. A large stone castle stood in the middle of the town, something I had only ever heard about in historical romance books or seen in movies. The large structure was almost magical, as if the stones had natural glitter in them, glowing under the setting sun. I had thought all castles had crumbled centuries ago and never dreamed of seeing one in person.

They sang. Every corner of the realm shimmered with rebirth. Emily was not just a queen. She was a revolution wearing a crown. They brought Dama with them, holding his little hands in theirs as he toddled between them. The boy was growing quickly — bright-eyed and curious, asking questions about everything he saw. “Why do we burn the chains, Mama?” he asked one morning, his voice high and clear. Emily knelt down and brushed a lock of hair from his face. “Because chains should never touch the skin of the innocent. We burn them so they can never hurt anyone again.”